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the musician who aspires to create a symphony which shall bear the
authentic mark of genius must go away or shut themselves up
behind closed doors until they have finished their work.

At such a time the creative artist who hopes to be something
more than a mere mediocrity in his profession permits the world to
come in quest of him or himself goes in quest of the world, at his own
peril. He must respect the sanctity of his own self no less than that
of any house of worship. Solitude preserves and fosters the efforts of
his genius; but society destroys them. Genius indeed must labour
in spiritual, artistic and physical isolation. It must be selective and
take no more from the world than it needs to help its prime purpose.
People who lead commonplace lives may laugh at its eccentricities,
but they produce nothing extraordinary. In just the same way, when
a man hopes to make a supreme endeavour to spiritualize himself,
he must go away and shut himself up too. Is he not also an artist,
albeit his art shall be intangible yet ineffable in its results?

In just the same way, too, if my own dream calls me here 16
Himalaya and bids me sit still, surely life may have some use for
that also. Am I to assume that other people understand my business
better than my Master and my Overself? No, my dear lady, I
prefer to be true to myself, and not attempt to counterfeit others.
Both you and I should not yield in fear to common custom or public
error, but rather obey the highest law of our being. We need not be
afraid. We shall lose nothing—no, not one iota. The divine laws
will take care of us, if we trust them, and all apparent loss will be
but temporary and made good with compound interest. Let us
trust the mathematical lightness of the unseen Justice; it shall not
betray us.

There remains, lastly, a higher reason for my attitude. Some
years ago, whilst plunged in a yoga trance of profound meditation,
I received a message, perhaps even a mission, but certainly a work
to be done. This message came from four great Beings, angelic figures
of an order particularly interested in the spiritual welfare of
humanity in the mass, who have come close to this earth sphere
from another planet.

In obedience to this message, wherein I was bidden to become
for a time a wanderer upon the face of the earth, I Hit from place
to place as the spirit moves me. I did not care then and I do not
care now for public rewards. Fame and renown leave me quite cold
and are therefore unwanted; money I require no more of than
sufficient to live a decent existence amid decent surroundings, and
to meet the exigencies of the travels imposed upon me; pleasure
I like to sample in small doses at odd intervals only. Although I
accepted the task, I refused its public side, preferring to let others